Wonderful poem, Pamela. You have undoubtedly heard the statement about...how did it happen that I look in the mirror and see my mother? I prefer not to look in mirrors and to imagine I look the way I see myself in my mind!

Hello Pamela ~~ Mirror, mirror on the wall, you be the fairest one of all. =) I can relate to the reflections that don't agree with me. While your poem might seem age-related, I can imagine reading this when younger and agreeing, too. Mirrors have never been my friends.